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Tommy’s not sure how he got picked to be one of the Blood Gods angels.
He’s bowed before the god, in his dark throne room, his wings curled in tight on his back and his eyes closed. He doesn’t even dare open his eyes, frozen in his spot on the ground, the cold seeping into his skin with its unnatural icy tendrils.
Other angels are around him, all bowed low, letting the silence suffocate them all.
The Blood God was not a nice god— he was cruel, merciless, cold. He was feared, a very dangerous god that no one wanted to get on his bad side. The mortals loved him, too, giving him their support and favor.
And thus he needed a lot of angels to help him spread his influence and power.
Tommy has heard a lot of… not so good things when it comes to the Blood Gods angels.
He just hopes that he’ll make it to his five hundredth birthday.
The Blood God starts calling the angels one by one, making them stand before him before dismissed them. Tommy patiently waited for his turn, anticipation building up each time his name wasn’t called.
It wasn’t until there were no other angels in the room did his name get called.
“Theseus.” The Blood God said, his voice deep, almost bored sounding. Maybe a little bit surprised, too.
Tommy glances up, his blue eyes landing on the god on the throne.
“What are you doing here?” He asks, his red eyes pinned on him. Tommy’s brain short circuits as he stares dumbly at the god, the familiar pink hair and red eyes bleeding into his mind.
“Tech— Techno?” He stutters out dumbly, stupidly. He would probably be punished for it later.
But the god before him wasn’t just some— some stranger. No, it was much worse.
Because Tommy knew him— past all the armor and gold and intimidating thing he’s got going on now, not to mention all the blood splatters. But Tommy knows him.
And the person he knew is not the same person before him.
“This is where you disappeared off to, huh.” He says flatly, as if he was expecting something much worse. Or probably dumb.
Tommy just gapes at him, unable to come up with a response.
“I always knew you were a little stupid but this stupid? Come on.” Techno says, standing up, his red eyes never leaving him. “How well did you expect this to end? Becoming an angel of the Blood God?” He tsk’s, stepping towards him, each step making his armor clink.
“I—“ Tommy begins, stuttering. “I didn’t have a choice.” He says as he scrambles backwards, his wings flaring out as panic fills his veins.
He— he thought Techno was his friend.
It makes him a little upset, because Techno was his friend, one of the only people that Tommy truly trusted and respected. It makes the little possessive part of him twinge in anger, but fear and panic drown out those other emotions, consuming his mind.
Techno doesn’t stop his advance, though his red eyes narrow slightly at his reaction, as he makes his way towards him, unwavering. Tommy’s already fucked up this much so as he stands and darts away from Techno he doesn’t think he can make this much worse.
He would get lucky if Techno killed him swiftly for his blatant disrespect.
“H- hey, man, we can talk this out, right?” He laughs nervously, trapping himself in a fucking corner, cowering away in it. “I didn’t want to leave— they just fucking took me one day! I couldn’t stop them.” He says, pleads, hoping that Techno will understand.
“I tried to run, I really did— but they caught me.” His voice cracks a little bit as he thinks about what they did to him. What they made him do.
Techno doesn’t miss his moment of weakness, cornering him, towering over him. His red eyes are ablaze as he stares him down, over analyzing everything he says, does.
It was overwhelming, as he curls in in himself, his wings wrapping around his shoulders as he hides away in them.
“I’m sorry,” He breathes out in a shaky voice, hanging his head low, his eyes squeezed shut as he waits for the first blow. His whole body is tense, prepared for the pain and suffering to come.
But as the agonizingly long seconds drag by nothing happens.
Tommy’s not sure whether he wants to cry or rejoice.
“Tommy.” Techno sighs, and he sounds… deflated. Not as scary as he had been. Like he’s talking to a kid, like how he talked to Tommy—
Tommy looks up at him, past the tears welling up in his eyes and meets his gaze. It’s no longer piercing, sharp and cold.
Instead his features are softer, his eyes a little sad, his face calm.
“Techno?” Tommy asks quietly, scared to speak to loudly, to ruin the moment of peace and calm between the two of them.
“What do you mean they took you?” He asks, and his voice is calm, his eyes soft, kind, but Tommy can see right past it.
Anger swirls deep within his eyes, swirling and chaotic, brimming at the surface, waiting to be let out. But he holds himself back, from the way his fingers are slightly clenched into a fist, the way his head is titled, his pink hair falling in front of his face.
“They— you know, they needed angels to… give to you. When they asked I refused, and so they just took me.” He shrugs, rubbing at his eyes with his hand, half expecting Techno to blow up at him.
“I fought them, I did, but it was no use.” He hangs his head low, his hand curling into his white feathers. He doesn’t pull them hard, just letting his fingers fall through them, in a rather soothing motion.
“What did they do to you?” Techno asks, his voice taking on a more serious note. Tommy doesn’t meet his gaze, can’t— he has no words to admit how weak he was, how easily it was for them to just take him.
What kind of angel is he? Unable to even defend himself.
He was weak.
“Tommy,” Techno asks, his large hand resting on his shoulder. Tommy jerks slightly, his blue eyes meeting Techno’s. He has a sour look on his face, as he kneels down before him, his red eyes blazing.
“Tommy,” He says in a much softer, smaller voice, “Hey, kid. I’m not going to hurt you.” He promises, his other hand lifting his head up so he had to look at his eyes. “Look at me.” He asks, and Tommy obeys, meeting his gaze.
“I’ll find who did this to you,” He begins, slowly, in his deep voice, “And I’ll make sure they never see the light of day again. They will regret what they did to you, my precious angel.” He promises, his words sinking deep into his chest, clutching his heart.
Tommy lets out a shaky exhale.
“Your angel?” He asks, his voice small, uncharacteristically and hopefully so. Tommy had never been any gods angel before.
“Yes.” Techno says, a small smile on his face, “My angel for all of time.”
“But—“
“You’d still be able to see Phil and Wilbur,” Techno says, “Actually, I’ll just tell them to come here.”
“Wait, what?” Tommy asks, his eyes going wide, “Are they—“
“Gods? Yes.” Techno says without missing a beat.
“And… none of you told me?”
“We were waiting for a better… time to tell you.” Techno sighs, “We wanted you to be our fourth, the piece we had been missing.”
“It would have been a much more joyous occasion than this.” He mutters under his breath, glancing away for a second.
Tommy laughs shakily, uncurling from himself slightly.
“So you’re not going to kill me?”
“No one is going to kill you,” Techno sighs, standing up and dragging Tommy with him. He wraps an around his shoulders, dragging him into his side, his hold unrelenting, firm.
Tommy sinks into his embrace, shakily latching onto his red cloak, letting his body relax.
“Come on,” Techno says, “Let’s get you settled in.”